Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Occam's razor

fill the bath
with warm
sweet scented suds
and sink
and think
concoct scenarios
that would save me
from all my cheap
and petty woes
divert from
likelier truths
like stones
upon my chest
to weigh me down
slit my wrists
with Occam's razor
verity I bleed
in verity I drown

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